Two are grasping swords.

Yet instead of grasping this opportunity,

robot hand grasping a man's penis.

We're grasping at straws at this point.

So, try grasping this as like a teenager.

In early prosimians, grasping hands replaced claws. 55 MYA

Well, I'm telling you, we're grasping at straws here.

The hand grasping the penis in a fashion resembling masturbation movements.

I got a robot hand grasping a man's penis out here.

I think the way we learn is that we begin by grasping.

That may be to us teachers, a problem that we are grasping.

A kind of sense of inner freedom as opposite to intense grasping and obsession.

I know you're grasping at straws, but don't drag my brother down with you.

Most importantly, they're physical, so like the blocks, you can move them just by reaching out and grasping.

You have really got it! he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder and looking eagerly into his face.

You have really got it! he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder and looking eagerly into his face.

And I'm jamming away on this thing, and I'm realizing that my hands look like primitive claws grasping onto the bar.

So what they're doing, let's see, something like that, so what they're doing is grasping aspects of that movement and they're generating it into a phrase.

But what's important about it is how it is that they're grasping information, how they're taking information, how they're using it, and how they're thinking with it.

In fact, if I cling to one memory of this year, it would be walking down a darkened hallway with five spongy fingers grasping the handle underneath my hand.

And so, if we look from our own experience, anger, hatred, jealousy, arrogance, obsessive desire, strong grasping, they don't leave us in such a good state after we have experienced it.

Halting for an instant at the foot of the ladder, and with both hands grasping the ornamental knobs of the man ropes, Father Mapple cast a look upwards, and then with a truly sailor like but still reverential dexterity, hand over hand, mounted the steps as if ascending the main top of his vessel.

you're looking at Mr. Fred Renard, who carries on his shoulder a chip the size of the national debt. this is a sour man, a friendless man a lonely man, a grasping, compulsive, nervous man. this is a man who has lived undistinguished, meaningless, pointless, failure laden years and who at this moment looks for an escape, any escape. any way, anything, anybody, to get out of the rut.